Alright gents, it's Halloween finally. My Halloween is spent differently than most of yours. I set up a gazebo and give out candy, hot dogs, snow cones, barbecue, hamburgers, sodas, play music (have a band coming this year), all while dressed as Shaun Riley and faking a British accent. Will post pics and keep you updated later.

My friend would bring up an actual door to the houses door. His door would say "Please Knock". We rang the door bell and when the people in the house opened their door only to see another door they were like "what the fuu..." then knock on the door. My friend would open his door and pretend the people in the house were the trick or treaters and give them candy. It worked out great, the neighbors loved the idea.

My friend would bring up an actual door to the houses door. His door would say "Please Knock". We rang the door bell and when the people in the house opened their door only to see another door they were like "what the fuu..." then knock on the door. My friend would open his door and pretend the people in the house were the trick or treaters and give them candy. It worked out great, the neighbors loved the idea.

My friend would bring up an actual door to the houses door. His door would say "Please Knock". We rang the door bell and when the people in the house opened their door only to see another door they were like "what the fuu..." then knock on the door. My friend would open his door and pretend the people in the house were the trick or treaters and give them candy. It worked out great, the neighbors loved the idea.

Well it wasn't my idea, it was my friends, so he should take all the credit. He was just walking around with his bedroom door that he took off, wasn't a spare door or anything.

But Halloween in my neighborhood was piss poor. My parents said only about 10 groups came to the house the whole night. Out by my friends house there were a shit load of kids, and even a homemade haunted house which was quite well put together. The line was a half hour wait for it.

I decided to dress up as a MW2 fag as Ghost, just to see what sort of responses I'd get. Had this stupid little 8 year old asian kid run up in front of me saying "Hay I know you! You're Ghost from MW2". Kid got a kick out of it, but it scares me to think kids that young are playing these games already. I think one other teenager knew I was Ghost, while everyone else just labeled me with soldier, police, or commando. One lady thought I was from the Hurt Locker, don't see how my loadout even related to that.

Unfortunately I don't have pictures of my loadout from that night, but I do have pictures of my friends with the door.

This kid. He lives a few streets away and has leukemia. He hasn't been out on Halloween for a few years. He comes to my door dressed as Little Bo Peep (that takes serious balls to do when your 13) and was talking in this really high voice to go with the costume. When I opened the door he gasps and says "It's you, the nice lady. Do you remember me?" I think for a moment before hugging him and saying "Of course I do". The standard Halloween transaction happens after that and I was smiling the whole night because of the baller 13 year old with leukemia dressed as Little Bo Peep.

This kid. He lives a few streets away and has leukemia. He hasn't been out on Halloween for a few years. He comes to my door dressed as Little Bo Peep (that takes serious balls to do when your 13) and was talking in this really high voice to go with the costume. When I opened the door he gasps and says "It's you, the nice lady. Do you remember me?" I think for a moment before hugging him and saying "Of course I do". The standard Halloween transaction happens after that and I was smiling the whole night because of the baller 13 year old with leukemia dressed as Little Bo Peep.

Dawwwwwwwwwwwww :3: That made me smile.

I never smile when on the internet, Facebook, texts, or on the phone; that's how cold hearted I am.

This kid. He lives a few streets away and has leukemia. He hasn't been out on Halloween for a few years. He comes to my door dressed as Little Bo Peep (that takes serious balls to do when your 13) and was talking in this really high voice to go with the costume. When I opened the door he gasps and says "It's you, the nice lady. Do you remember me?" I think for a moment before hugging him and saying "Of course I do". The standard Halloween transaction happens after that and I was smiling the whole night because of the baller 13 year old with leukemia dressed as Little Bo Peep.

Was suddenly informed by a friend about a costume party. Put on some standar military boots, brown cargo pants, black sweater, tan plate carrier and tan shemag and went as a taliban/iraq insurgent/opfor or whatever you call it. Got shitfaced with some friends I hadn't seen in nearly a year (the pope, a vampire and two doctors) and had a great time.
Fun fact 1: You couldn't enter the party with your own booze (since they were selling) but mag pouches are great for carrying beer cans, especially since when people stop you, you simply clarify it's part of the costume.
Fun fact 2: This was the day before Halloween and walking around the city at night dressed as a vampire and a terrorist is not a great idea. We looked like cheap strippers.